Having, before the factories came, no market for the gas, the wells were
lighted and at night great torches of flame lit the skies. Pipes were
laid on the surface of the ground and by a day's work a laborer earned
enough to heat his house at tropical heat through an entire winter.
Farmers owning oil-producing land went to bed in the evening poor and
owing money at the bank, and awoke in the morning rich. They moved
into the towns and invested their money in the factories that sprang
up everywhere. In one county in southern Michigan, over five hundred
patents for woven wire farm fencing were taken out in one year,
and almost every patent was a magnet about which a company for the
manufacture of fence formed itself. A vast energy seemed to come out
of the breast of earth and infect the people. Thousands of the most
energetic men of the middle States wore themselves out in forming
companies, and when the companies failed, immediately formed others.
In the fast-growing towns, men who were engaged in organizing companies
representing a capital of millions lived in houses thrown hurriedly
together by carpenters who, before the time of the great awakening, were
engaged in building barns. It was a time of hideous architecture, a time
when thought and learning paused. Without music, without poetry, without
beauty in their lives or impulses, a whole people, full of the native
energy and strength of lives lived in a new land, rushed pell-mell
into a new age. A man in Ohio, who had been a dealer in horses, made a
million dollars out of a patent churn he had bought for the price of a
farm horse, took his wife to visit Europe and in Paris bought a painting
for fifty thousand dollars. In another State of the Middle West, a man
who sold patent medicine from door to door through the country began
dealing in oil leases, became fabulously rich, bought himself three
daily newspapers, and before he had reached the age of thirty-five
succeeded in having himself elected Governor of his State. In the
glorification of his energy his unfitness as a statesman was forgotten.
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